A street story.

# lemon 8 invite to talkOne evening I was watching people walk on Foot Path.

Traffic jam. Unbroken horn.

People walk fast, like they're afraid to run away.

My eyes stumbled upon a woman and a little boy holding my mother's hand.

She was wearing a plain shirt. Plain pants.

There was a clear bag of curry hanging in his hand.

There are only two curries in the bag.

With two more eggs.

She can't walk fast. Not slow.

The face didn't smile.

But not suffering.

Suddenly I heard the little boy say to my mother,

"Mom, I'm hungry."

The woman bent down, gently stroking the baby's head.

And then say briefly,

"I'll be home soon. I made you an omelette today."

The child immediately smiled up.

A smile that is not caused by expensive things.

But it stems from the word "home."

I've been looking at that picture for a long time.

And then accidentally thought to myself...

Some people don't live a luxurious life.

Didn't have a big house.

Didn't have big money.

But he has a "place to give back."

And there are "people waiting."

That's it...

It's enough for the word happiness in his own way.

And at that second,

I got some lessons back together.

That we might be chasing for "something more."

I forgot to look at "what's in front of me."

How much it's worth.

Maybe...

Life may not need anything more.

But maybe just want

We see the value of what is still with us a little more clearly.

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